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Guys are Like WeatherA Story by Olabisi Rotimi AbelA Lady once told me that Men are like weather because men can never be predicted. |
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Being Pushed AwayA Poem by Jamie StarlightStorms oftentimes cause damage when the roof over your head isn’t solid Friendship should be holding up the roof with two pillars Str.. |
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HurtA Poem by SleepiePenguinHurt--It doesn't disappear with the weather's despair,nor does it get swept and taken by the cold winds.The rain doesn't drench it,and have it dissolv.. |
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In the SingularityA Poem by Robert RonnowIn the singularityperfectly good poemsare being written by laughingand crying machineswashing machines and dryersabout their daily tasksand ambivalenc.. |
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StormA Poem by Kimber GillinghamA poem about the weather. |
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Nice WeatherA Story by AAmellThis is a writing that I completed back in 2014. it is from a book entitled "642 Things to Write About." Look into it, it is quite fun. |
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At a Red Light on a Rainy AfternoonA Poem by CookeCodySometimes on rainy days I take a drive. No music, no passengers. I let the legions of wet sheets speak on my windshield, tapping and pitterpattering i.. |
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An Agile Pool.A Poem by Ken Simm.Interior and exterior as one. |
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Hurricane WarningA Poem by Earl SchumackerWhat is that blowing in the wind? |
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October 1stA Poem by JT Godin5/6/5 |
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RaindropsA Poem by Debbie BarryA scrap of verse I wrote in the middle of the night. A new nursery rhyme. |
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THE HOWL OF A GOOD STORMA Poem by QuickbeamA poem I wrote yesterday trying to get some sleep. |
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Atmospheric DelightsA Poem by LA MarshalWritten in response to the word prompt 'atmospheric'. |
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Night time bluesA Poem by SimbaHear the roar of crashing waves hurling to the ground, echoing all around you can barely hear the sounds, a thunderstorm erupting through the atmos.. |
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Storm SurgeA Poem by gabiaimeeStorm Surge |
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Outside the WindowA Poem by Darci JordanI didn't want to call this a story, but I wouldn't really call it a poem, either. |
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The Time Family RequiemA Poem by SilburwolfAye the father of time less doth he slumber these past moonsThe mother cry laying waitFor a new dawn to behold as war unfoldFor thus time itself only .. |
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The Rhythm of RaindropsA Poem by AshleyDeyPoetryThe sky is crying and so am I. |
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